Our life need not be… it isn’t… I guess, one beautiful… round… complete… circle, in which beginning and end disappear. But one line added to a bunch of lines. A cluster of beginnings and ends. In that expansive space, Brahmanda, universe of universes.… More
The Effigy
FICTION by Luca CampagnoliThe boy is not actually a boy, of course. It’s a metaphorical thing. He is too young to be the man and too old to be the child. It’s an arrested development.… More
So you’ve got this bright-sider going around
FLASH FICTION by Travis PriceThe second law of thermodynamics tells us order never spontaneously triumphs where our lives can be reduced to the ways in which we are dams holding back the flood but to the bright-sider, the optimist, this Sisyphusian task is beautiful to him in its futility.… More
TWO STORIES
FLASH FICTION by Kim HayesThere are things out there. Only my fellow smokers can see them. And it’s only at night. … More
Nick Kolakowski
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonI’ve spent my life obsessed with the contrast between Hollywood’s glitz and its gritty underbelly. I see it as a microcosm of America itself: we’re always selling an image of what we are, but that image is secured with blood and plunder.… More
No One’s Gonna Drag You Up
FICTION by Jeff ChonBrogan prayed Hailee wouldn’t take on his father’s moral and spiritual weakness, his step-mother’s willfulness, prayed she would someday find a man like Leonard, who would cure her of the modern world’s stupidity and cruelty.… More
Alt Texts For The Image You Never Showed Your Father
FLASH FICTION by Rory PerkinsAn image of you, crying. An image of a man. An image that reminds you of high school, when Tommy H taught you what it was like to be beaten and your father taught you what it was to be a man. When both the actions were the same.… More
The Hole
FICTION by Shelby RaebeckWhen his parents kicked him out of the house, saying they could not abide the path he had chosen, what had always been a hunch hardened into firm knowledge, the very idea of paths, of one thing leading to another, being nothing more than something folks concocted to make themselves feel better, nothing more than puffery.… More
Unnamed Storms
FICTION by Franz Jørgen NeumannHe knows she would never allow him into her life, but he dreams of her tripping into his: reveling in sloth on her days off, doing nothing but eating, napping, surfing the web, masturbating to porn, binging TV—the rewards for making it through another week’s shifts.… More
Pepitas
FLASH FICTION by Kevin Richard WhiteMy wife cut off all her hair and I think it was because of something I said last night.… More
West
FICTION by Brett PuryearShe hoped that Jack might finally tell her something new, maybe even reveal some forthcoming thing, like a portent. A vision as terrifyingly clear as the western sun. But neither of them possessed a knack for seeing the future.… More
